Dew-drop

In a dew-drop, a little world exists 

A place turned blue and silver by the light 

That lingers well beyond the morning mist. 

In a dew-drop, a little world exists 

But melts into the grass long before night. 

In the same meadow where once you were kissed 

In a dew-drop, a little world exists 

A place turned blue and silver by the light.